Birthday:May 12th 2007Likes:Thick straw to sleep in, a brother to play with and laying in the snow.Pet-Peeves:Coyotes! We haven't seen any, but we hear them on the hill near our home.Favorite Toy:A big blue Jolly Ball. Sticks in their field, They lost their nylabones somewhere in the straw.Favorite Food:Any, but they love bully sticks to chew on. They get Eagle Pack Large Breed dry food.Favorite Walk:Around their fenced pasture. They are not leash-trained and almost never leave the pasture. When cars drive by (right next to their pasture) they chase the cars by running alongside, inside their fence.Best Tricks:Escaping from our barn by pushing on the large sliding door! We let them roam free (inside the fence) after their second barn escape the next night.Arrival Story:These are the first dogs we have bought from a breeder (the others are all rescues), our first working dogs and our first outdoor dogs. They will live in our barn and guard our alpacas.Bio:Bukka and Josh came from a breeder in Nebraska. My husband met her in Cheyenne (WY), the halfway point, and drove them home last night.Forums Motto:Watcha got? I'll guard it!Blues connection:Bukka (pronounced "Book a") White was a Delta Blues musician, possibly related to BB King. Josh White was a Blues songster/performer.

Bukka:He's a bit larger and less dominant. We cannot pet him in front of Josh, because Josh will attack him. Bukka is an "old soul " and he looks it.

Josh:He's smaller and was more shy, but he warmed up very quickly. He dominates Bukka and wants to eat ALL the food.

Coloring:They are badger colored (with brown markings), not pure white like some Great Pyrs. Bukka's markings are scattered, but Josh has a big spot on his side.

Dad took a picture of me with Cleo the cat curled up on me while I was asleep on the ground. I tried to wake up and shake her off but he got them. He is threatening to post it as well. My credibility will be shot!! Dogsters, what am I to do????

Dad and I have this new game we play when he comes into the girl's pen. We stop, look at each other, he crouches down then we bound towards each other then I run around a couple of hay troughs. We do this a couple of times then he scratches my ears then my butt ( I like my butt scratched!), then my chest and tells me how good a boy I am. Not sure if he's feelin' ok, but I enjoy it. Maybe it's because I have been a good boy. HMMM. Being good=Daddy playing with me and giving me attention. I hope I can keep this up!